Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Maldives and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Sisters of Mercy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.